+- A Unexpected Accident -+

[lawnmowerman 3040]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QYEC4TZsy-Y

 

 

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The fair haired Valentiné boy pondered with rush through the woods of Pravets, hand gripped tightly on his hunting crossbow, eyes welled up after the emotions of betrayal, love and hatred mixed up in his heart. As he spotted a young deer, his jaw tensed into a clench, and locked into place. He rapidly hid in a local bush, raising the crossbow's end to his chin as he'd fetch a steel bolt from it's quiver, slowly sliding the bolt into the crossbow's firing groove, as he'd take aim at the deer, his finger flicking to the trigger of the firearm, as he rested it softly on the trigger, before inhaling and exhaling.

"Sorry." he said, before squeezing the trigger.

 

The bolt rapidly pierced through the deer's neck, as it stumbled, it's knees slowly growing numb before it plopped onto the ground, blood spurting out of the animal's neck, as it then proceeded to form a puddle of dark blood onto the autumn colored grass.

 

Wesley approached his prey carefully, as he rested the crossbow on his right shoulder, kneeling beside the beast as he'd gently pluck the bolt out of it's neck, placing the crossbow down as he pulled out a small skinning knife. As he started to skin the beast, a branch cracking would be heard. Wesley lightly tilted his head back, noticing the shape of a figure of blackened fabric and metalic pieces. It carrying a staff within its gnarled, metalic and leather clad digits. Wesley gingerly raised, his skinning knife, which trickling with the blood of muscle and sinew from the downed deer now gripped firmly by its leather bindings. Wesley opens his maw, staring into the blackened lens of the metalic colored mask of the figure, his nostrils slowly flaring, "Yes...may I help you?" He asks as his gaze drops down to view the frown of the mask and its darker streaks of the masks' hues that traversed from the eyes to the end of its vealed face. And to that, the masked figure bobbed its hooded and mask head in denial, its arm raising as it advanced towards him, the digits making a tick. Within time, Wesley's face paled, his eyes widened as he feel downward to his knees, creating a light "thud!" to break the silence of the forest. And as the blackened mist retreated from him...Wesley had expired

[Stump 709]

Marabelle, after a long day of work curls up on her bed with a bottle of cider. Having heard the news shortly before retiring to her home, she sniffs quietly. After time goes on, she retreats under the covers, nursing the bottle of cider as a little girl sleeps in a bed nearby.

[Cari 87]

Upon hearing of the young man's death, Arabella wanders to a nearby empty field, proceeding to dig up a small hole in which she plants a single spruce tree seed in his memory. 

"May he be at rest." 

She bows her head before quickly shuffling off.

[GDPR 014 48]

The masked figure lowered its metallic fingers as it walks away from the downed figure. The arm that was used for the killing of Wesley slid to his back, resting the forearm upon the erected spine. The being let out a cruel chuckle as its staff followed suit of his leather boots, them licking against the dirt as he departs, and while so- the being emitted the sound of whistling, but in a cold and twisted manner, leaving the scene.

 

 

The whistling:

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_rTGssTRxg

[monkeypoacher 8055]

Marvin winces, having heard of his brother's death days ago. It hadn't dawned on him until now, really, that Wesley was gone. While he did not cry, a stinging bitterness reigned in Marvin's heart. He sat against a tree for a long while.

[Delrof 381]

A note reaches Ragnar, informing him of the young mans death, upon reading the letter, he sighs deeply to himself, scrunching up the letter in his large hand, he releases a few words "Ah shame.. Wesleh was a goodt Lad.. too young 'e was.. hvíldu í friði, vinur.." He closes his eyes for a minute, before opening them again, a grim look smeared across his rough visage.

[Dreek 1633]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.